i awaken, ‘thank you’, and my heart is not amiss of ache
my spirit wishes to dance but sometimes cannot and there
are tears that flow down my face, both from sadness and
from joy
mine eyes welcome the vision of the day and the
night, your eyes, the touch of your soft skin, the sounds of
songbirds and chirps of little terrestrials give pleasure to
my ears, the waft of the lilac and petrichor
and when mine eyes feel like resting when the noir of night
begins to flirt with the day, i once again, say ‘thank you’…
